English Division
Novel
- Grand Prize: "Salamanca" by Dean Francis Alfar
Short Story
- First Prize: "The Shakespeare Guy" by Alexis A.L. Abola
- Second Prize: "Shut Up and Live" by Lakambini A. Sitoy
- Third Prize: "At Merienda" by Maryanne Moll
Futuristic Fiction
- First Prize: "Treasure Islands" by Karen Manalastas
- Second Prize: "Last Bus Ride" by Pia R. Roxas
- Third Prize: "Espiritu Santos" by Pearlsha Abubakar
Poetry
- First Prize: "What Little I Know of Luminosity" by Joel M. Toledo
- Second Prize: "Evasions" by Naya S. Valdellon
- Third Prize: "The Proxy Eros" by Ana Maria Katigbak
Short Story for Children
- First Prize: "No Lipstick for Mother" by Grace Dacanay-Chong
- Second Prize: "The Dancers of Malumbay" by Raissa Claire U. Rivera
- Third Prize: "Menggay’s Magical Chicken" by Nikki Alfar
Essay
- First Prize: "From the Outlands with Love" by Lakambini A. Sitoy
- Second Prize: "Metaphor Man and Migrant, I" by Aurelio S. Agcaoili
- Third Prize: "Thorn" by Maria Angela Nicole S. Perreras
One-Act Play
- First Prize: "First Snow of November" by Alfonso I. Dacanay
- Second Prize: "Children of the Sea" by Glenn Sevilla Mas
- Third Prize: "Welcome to Intelstar" by Christopher D. Martinez
Full Length Play
- First Prize: "In the Land of the Giants" by Glenn Sevilla Mas
- Second Prize: "Jyan Ken Pon" by Ma. Clarissa N. Estuar
- Third Prize: "Something Happened" by Allan Lopez
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